Blue Monday
When those shades of grey, turn a Monday blue,
and tears from heaven, soak the holey shoe.
The soul of the day, will fall from favor,
with the distant sound, of a lightning saber.
The day so dismal, with a kidnapped sun,
though it passes by, still we come undone.
For when suffering, time travels so slow,
yet it's all a part, of the greater show.
The courtesan clouds, reveal a late sky,
that fiery light, in a lover's eye.
If then comes the rain, to ruin your day,
stop and remember, when life came to play!
2/21/2018
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2018
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